Chords for DEAD BEATS

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Deadbeats, working _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Ab] _ _
_ now
_ _ [Bb] This song makes no [D] sense
Getting kinda [Fm] stir crazy, I [F] heard this
I wonder what the meaning of lazy or life without work is
Can't we each dream and get a meeting at your service?
Work your enemies and I'll show them what hurt is
Merciless, but what else should I be?
Said a nice guy, I get that that's honesty
A blood prize to be paid, but I promise it's worth this
On demand, homicidal, not gas, I ain't really got it
Do a sign on the dotted lines, probably fine
Right psyched, your soul is mine, it's all [Db] good
Being a [D] deadbeats, good benefits
We'll be best friends, that's the end of it
Then I get a rush of adrenaline, I [C] think I like you
Wanna feel my five foot spike inside you, I would [Fm] die for you
Another durable scream, curious, would you die for me?
We're locking [Bb] down
[G] So when you bitches [C] need me, call
Fireside, we'll be [Ab] psyched, we'll bet wide
I'll make them wish they never lived at all
Fuck a love, Gucci, leave it all to us
Cause in the [Bbm] end, we on another level
Where the dust settles in ash, you will see not a hell
We're locking [Bb] down
[Ab] So when you bitches need me, [Bb] call
Fireside, we'll be [G] psyched, we'll bet wide
I'll make them wish they never lived at all
Fuck a love, Gucci, leave it all to us
Cause in the [Bb] end, we on another level
Not a lot that opposers can say
To [G] counterpoint the wise-ass words of a [D] sensei
Okay, next?
Uh, thought so
[F] Make no mistake, these are killer vibes
I don't take breaks, cause I'm [D] taking lives
You die by the sight of the highest honor
Wanna hide?
You can try, you're a goddamn goner
I can [F] play the game by the rules, hell, I'd lose it
Drop these same fools, right?
I'm ruthless
Grab a little auto-tune, [D] then abuse it
Two clicks, beep boop, sounds like music
Make [Fm] new hits, cheap loops, [D] tables freebie
[F] Loose bitch, she designed like a pair of Yeezys
Rap is easy, music's hard
Slut and fair use material together
I could never be the star I seek to be
Swear, I'll make you proud
Deadbeats, cheer for me and cheer loud
Dissimate the crowd, that's for sure
Got a little sentimental, that's murder
We're locking [Bb] down
[Ab] So when you bitches need me, call
Fireside, we'll be psyched, we'll bet wide
I'll make them wish they never lived [Bb] at all
Fuck a love, Gucci, leave it all to us
Cause in the end, we on another level
[Ab] When the dust settles in ash, you will see not a hell
We're locking [Bb] down
[Ab] So when you bitches need me, call
Fireside, we'll be psyched, we'll bet wide
I'll make them wish they never lived [Bb] at all
Fuck a love, Gucci, leave it all to us
Cause in the end, just leave [Ab] it, just leave it
Just leave it, I'll do whatever
[Bbm] Kamiya P.
[Ab] Mori on this goddamn mic
I don't want your fucking money, I just want your life
I'm filling [Bb] syllables with curse words
Because I am an amateur
Everybody [Ab] likes self-depreciating [Bb] rap
[Ab] I'm gonna stop
Like, [Bb] I got nothing, I'm so tired, man
I'm so tired
Don't quit your reaping job
[Ab] Got em
[F] _ [G] Deadbeats lurking now, deadbeats lurking now
Deadbeats, jerk it now, deadbeats, jerk it now
Yo, yo, yo, stop, stop!
That is so inappropriate
But, why, I don't get it
Jerking, like, to a jerky dance, yeah?
Jerk to the left, jerk to the right
Dude, just stop talking Okay